Saturday, 1 November 2014

you scare me to sickness

A tremor roared within me, from the pit of my gut and a fierce tidal wave rose, pulling all my energy and the colour from my face into its build, and crashed down with so much force that it splashed up and streams of salt water ran from my eyes. Even after my sea returned to wind and waves and my eyes had dried, there were broken bits strewn throughout my body and stuck in my skin and I wished I'd drowned in the tsunami, so I tried to drown in gin.